I am a pomegranatedelicate and intricately madecomplicated, as everybody iswith countless countless seedsI am flesh and juiceI am thick exotic skinI am sensual and eroticI am frightenedfrightened of moving beyond my pomegranate-selffrightened of my pomegranate-thoughtsbeing untruefrightened of all of youfrightened of searching beyond my realmfrightened of the darker blue wherethe ocean gets deepI tried toContinue reading “Pomegranate”
Our legacy dwellsIn the hearts of those we touch.Did you leave a bruise?
Souk The soldiers are afraidof the camera. Are you shooting the souk?The photographer says No no, just her.I say Just me, just me.My black dress, a little above the knee, helps.A girl learns to spectacle enough.The soldier nods, lowers his head.The crew remind me to say Not from here, to say Half-half,to speak English, mostly.Everyone is alwaysContinue reading “Shisha”
line no sooner down than taut shadow silvering into airdesperate fruit all wriggle and twitch snapped offslapped in a plastic crate fading to layers of leavesknives out guts chucked to an instant coven of gullsheads scarfed whole sea a boil of snatch and screamfillets home in a bucket fried in their own oilall night myContinue reading “Mackerel”
Young widow in black,no stranger to roses…vows won’t bring him back,Death never supposes. No stranger to rosesplaced atop graves,Death never supposes…with scythe- he enslaves. Placed atop graves,life’s hourglass rests.With scythe- he enslaves,oh; so many arrests! Life’s hourglass rests,vows won’t bring him back.Oh, so many arrests…young widow in black.
passage through the wavefell back three red backs emergedclaws brushing the sand revise passage through the wavein time these three red emerged claws brushing the sand
My Shelter Days are numbered ten.Ten more days until my end. My Shelter Days are numbered eight.Please adopt me. Change my fate. My Shelter Days are numbered six.Adopt a pet week, still no one’s pick. My Shelter Days are numbered four.Four more days and then no more. My Shelter Days are numbered two.Someone will takeContinue reading “Terrier”
Little girl sitting on a swingPush me daddy, as she’s pushed so highFeet to the sky, higher daddy higher she would pleadAs the years flew byNow a yong woman all of sixteen sitting on that swingPushed by a boyfriend who’s name I can’t rememberHigher, higher she would pleadAs the seasons changed to years and theyContinue reading “The Swing”
‘Boys will be boys,’ and boys have had their day;Boy-mischief and boy-carelessness and noiseExtenuated all, allowed, excused and smoothed away,Each duty missed, each damaging wild act,By this meek statement of unquestioned fact–Boys will be boys! Now, ‘women will be women.’ Mark the change;Calm motherhood in place of boisterous youth;No warfare now; to manage and arrange,Continue reading “Running”
Crocs with Socks Sneakers, sandals, slippers, or flipsFlops and, socks, or maybe crocs.Vans, and addida, champion tooOh the many shoes to go through But here is a man who knows shoes wellHe has much to teach and tellThis man is named Mr. NedHe has a shoe on his head Mr. Ned went to schoolThe universityContinue reading “Crocs”